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Beautiful Music by Imouto Kitten
Onpu Segawa was on cloud nine, as not even Magical Stage could've
created better circumstances for what she had planned for tonight. Papa
was currently assigned to driving a long-distance sleeper train and Mama
was working late at the talent agency. While this would normally lead to
a lonely night for the child idol, she had invited Doremi Harukaze over
to keep her company. To top things off, Onpu had avoided work today and
was brimming with energy for the events to come.
Onpu cooked steak for the two of them, knowing it to be the
odango-headed girl's favorite, and while her culinary skills weren't
quite on par with Aiko Senoo or Momoko Asuka, one who fell into the role
of homemaker following her parent's divorce, the other an aspiring
patissiere, Doremi seemed quite pleased with the purple-haired girl's
cooking.
Onpu was now leading Doremi to her bedroom where she would put the main
phase of her plan into motion.
As the redhead follows her into her bedroom, Onpu strikes, slamming the
door, the lock clicking in place and pinning Doremi against it. Doremi
opens her mouth to speak, but before she can form words, the
purple-haired girl's lips are against hers and Onpu's tongue is
exploring the redhead's mouth.
Doremi's eyes go wide at Onpu's bold actions, but as the initial shock
wears off, the redhead leans into the kiss as her eyelids slide close
and their tongues start dancing around each other.
After what seems like an eternity, their lips finally part as the need
to breathe reasserts itself. Through panting breaths, Onpu exclaims,
"Doremi-chan, I love you!"
Heart thumping, Doremi thinks to herself, 'I must be dreaming.' Inhaling
deeply to try and get her breathing and heartrate under control, the
odango-headed girl replies, "Bu-But we're both girls! What if the
paparazzi found out?"
Tears welling up in her eyes, Onpu brings a clenched fist to her chest
before speaking, "I don't care about that... I don't care if such a
relationship destroys my career." Throwing her arms around Doremi and
burying her face in the redhead's shoulder, she continues, "I just want
Doremi-chan to love me and comfort me. Besides, fans who can't accept me
for who I choose to love are fans I don't need."
Doremi thinks to herself, 'if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up.'
before wrapping her arms around the sobbing idol. Gently rubbing the
crying girl's back, Doremi speaks softly, "I love you too, Onpu-chan."
Looking up with watery eyes, Onpu replies, "Do... Do you really mean
that?"
Wiping away some of the idol's tears, Doremi answers, "Yes, do you think
I'd say that if I didn't mean it? To illustrate her sincerity, Doremi
places a chaste kiss on Onpu's forehead.
Calming down, the purple-haired girl asks, "Then why did you bring up
the paparazzi?"
Tightening her embrace, Doremi replies, "I've felt this way for a long
time, and I've wanted to tell you for months, but I was afraid you'd
either reject me outright or would value your career as an idol too
highly to risk it on dating another girl."
No longer crying, Onpu flashes Doremi a brief smile before saying, "Let
me show you how far I'm willing to go for your love." As she breaks the
embrace, Onpu unzips Doremi's vest and slides it off the redhead's
shoulders, letting the garment hit the floor before grabbing Doremi's
hand and leading her to the idol's bed. Once Doremi is sitting on Onpu's
bed, the idol grabs the sleeves of the redhead's pink top and quickly
removes it before tossing the shirt to the floor.
Turning red with embarrassment and trying to cover her budding breasts,
Doremi is too distracted to put up a fight as Onpu pushes the redhead
onto her back and quickly undoes the fly of Doremi's shorts before
sending them to join the odango-headed girl's vest and t-shirt, leaving
doremi in nothing but her pastel pink panties and duller colored
stockings.
Onpu makes similar quick work of removing her own clothes until she's in
nothing but a pair of lavendar-colored panties. Upon seeing that Doremi
has one arm accross her chest to conceal her nipples while her other
hand blocks view of her cotton clad cunny, Onpu scolds playfully, "No
need to be embarrassed. Besides, I've got less clothes on than you at
this point." Grabbing Doremi's wrists, Onpu pulls the redhead's arms
away from her torso to get a good look at the odango-headed girl before
exclaiming, "Doremi-chan is beautiful!"
Speaking for the first time since Onpu began undressing her, Doremi
replies, "Cer-certaintly not as beautiful as Onpu-chan."
Onpu crawls on top of Doremi, positioning her legs so that both girls
have their left leg between the other's legs. Leaning down, Onpu
whispers in the redhead's ear, "You don't need to flatter me." Before
Doremi can utter a response, Onpu's hand finds the back of the
odango-headed girl's head, and the purple-haired girl's lips have
captured the redhead's in another passionate kiss. As their tongues
wresle, Onpu's free hand creeps down to Doremi's panties.
Upon reaching their destination, Onpu's fingers begin tracing the
outline of Doremi's folds through the pastel pink panties as the
purple-haired girl grinds her own cotton covered crotch against Doremi's
thigh. Unacustomed to the sensations assaulting her senses, Doremi
begins to thrash in an attempt to get away from Onpu's teasing digits,
moaning loudly into the idol's mouth in the process. However, with her
being pinned under the purple-haired girl, all Doremi accomplishes is
increasing friction between the redhead's thigh and Onpu's pussy as the
idol continues her assault on the redhead's core.
After a minute or two, Onpu breaks the kiss and shifts position,
lowering her mouth to Doremi's neck and wrapping an arm around the
redhead's upper torso. Positioning her lower body entierly between
Doremi's legs, the idol snakes a hand under the odango-headed girl's
thigh to continue playing with the redhead's pussy and she begins
sucking on Doremi's neck.
In-between loud moans, Doremi yells, "On-Onpu-chan, I...I'm going to go
crazy!", but despite her protests, the redhead finds herself wrapping
her limbs around Onpu as the idol continues to administer pleasant
torture.
When Onpu senses that Doremi is right on the edge, she halts in her
masturbation of the redhead's pussy, leaving behind a very obvious damp
spot on the odango-headed girl's panties.
Catching her breath, Doremi asks, "Why did you stop?"
Pulling away from Doremi's neck, a very prominent mark left where she
was sucking, Onpu replies, "I didn't want you cumming too soon." With
that, Onpu begins trailing kisses down Doremi's chest and stomach,
giving each of the redhead's nipples a quick lick along the way.
When she reaches the waistband of Doremi's panties, Onpu hooks her
fingers under the fabric at the redhead's hips and pulls the garment
down, lifting the odango-headed girl's rear off the bed in the process.
Leaving Doremi's panties bunched up around the redhead's knees, Onpu
pushes Doremi's stocking clad legs upward, folding the odango-headed
girl in half at the waist with her butt in the air.
With Doremi's girlhood now fully exposed and glistening with arousal,
Onpu wastes no time and buries her face in the redhead's crotch, her
tongue greedily lapping away at Doremi's juices.
"OH GOD! Onpu-chan's tongue feels so good!" exclaims Doremi as pleasure
washes over her.
Pausing in her licking, Onpu replies, "I'm glad you like it because
Doremi-chan's juices are delicious!"
As the idol continues to probe her lover's sex with her tongue, driving
the muscle as deeply into Doremi's passage as it'll reach, even licking
the redhead's hymen in the process, Onpu pinches Doremi's clit between
her thumb and forefinger, sending even stronger waves of pleasure
coursing through the odango-headed girl's body.
As Onpu continues to eat out Doremi's cunny, it isn't long before the
idol's own arousal becomes too much to ignore. Pulling her face away
from Doremi's crotch, Onpu gets on all fours and positions her own
crotch above Doremi's face.
As Onpu reaches back to pull down her lavendar panties, Giving Doremi a
good look at the ass and pussy that many a horny fanboy would give their
left nut to see, she pleads in a needy tone, "Doremi-chan, I want you...
no, I need you to lick my pussy as well." As Onpu lowers her dripping
wet cunny towards Doremi's face, she also lowers her own face back
towards Doremi's cunny.
Grabbing their lover's buttocks, both girls plunge their tongues into
the other's pussy at the same time. As they continue to eat each other
out, occasionally switching between licking the other's slit, plunging
their tongue into the other girl's passage, and sucking on the other's
clitty, both girls are moaning loudly, the vibrations of their
vocalizations adding to their lover's pleasure.
It isn't long before the two girls bring each other to orgasm, their
respective releases coating the other's face. As they tremble in orgasm,
Onpu collapses on top of Doremi.
As their shared climax subsides, Onpu turns around and they take turns
licking their juices from each other's faces before kissing again, the
taste of both their juices mixing as their tongues intertwine.
After a minute or so, Onpu breaks the kiss and stands to remove her
soiled and tangled panties. Doremi soon follows suit, also removing the
hairbands holding her dishevelled odango in place, her vibrant, red
locks cascading to her butt.
As Doremi makes to remove her stockings, her only remaining article of
clothing, Onpu stops her, "No! keep the stockings on. I think you look
sexy in nothing but those stockings, and you look even more beautiful
with your hair down."
Blushing at the complement, Doremi replies, "Th-thank you."
Scolding playfully, Onpu says, "Didn't I tell you there was no need to
be embarrassed?" The idol nudges Doremi into sitting back down on the
bed before adding, "Now, I've got another surprise for you. Just sit
there while I get it."
As Onpu turns around and walks to her dresser, Doremi can't help staring
at the idol's perfectly round ass. When Onpu reaches the dresser, she
pulls out the top drawer and removes an item that Doremi cannot see, but
from Doremi's perspective, it looks like Onpu is putting on a thong,
straps of thin, black material sliding between the idol's buttocks and
coming to rest on the purple-haired girl's lower back where the
waistband of her panties would be.
Finished making adjustments to her newly donned accessory, Onpu pushes
the drawer back in before turning around slowly to reveal that, instead
of a thong, Onpu is now wearing a strap-on. The black, rubber phallus
measures roughly 5 inches in length and an inch in diameter, and remains
pointed directly at Doremi as Onpu walks back to the bed despite the
seductive sway of the idol's hips as she walks.
Standing in front of Doremi, positioned perfectly to make the redhead
lean over and fellate the fake penis, Onpu asks, "Do you like it?"
Her tone betraying her nervousness, Doremi asks, "Do...do you plan to
fuck me with that?"
Onpu replies, "I won't force you, but I was hoping you'd let me pop your
cherry and try to give you a g-spot orgasm. Of course,, if you want to,
I wouldn't mind letting you pop my cherry first."
After mulling over the idea for several seconds, Doremi lays down, her
red mane fanning out beneath her. Holding her hands next to her
shoulders and spreading her legs, Doremi answers, "I'd be honored to let
Onpu-chan pop my cherry."
Leaning over Doremi and positioning the tip of the strap-on at the
redhead's entrance, Onpu says reassuringly, "I'll be gentle." Before
pressing into Doremi's passage. When the phallus meats resistence in the
form of Doremi's hymen, instead of forcing her way through the redhead's
virgin barrier, Onpu pulls back and makes several shallow thrusts, each
pressing slightly harder against the barrier, trying to gently stretch
it. While Onpu's actions aren't exactly uncomfortable for the redhead,
Doremi is impatient to be filled and wrapping her legs around the Idol's
waist, she forces the purple-haired girl's hips forward.
As the phallus pierces her hymen and comes to rest against her cervix,
tears well up in Doremi's eyes and she reflexively bites her lip to
avoid screaming in pain. Onpu wraps the redhead in a comforting embrace
before saying soothingly, "It's okay, you're past the worst part."
After a few minutes of quiet crying as she's held by her lover, Doremi
says softly, "You can start moving."
Wiping a tear from Doremi's cheek, Onpu responds, "I'll start slowly.
Please let me know if it starts hurting again." At Doremi's nod, the
idol begins to slowly pull her hips back until the strap-on has nearly
left the redhead's passage altogether before slowly pushing back in.
Onpu sets a rather sedate pace, not wanting to cause the redhead any
more pain and recieving several soft moans for her efforts.
As the pain of her torn hymen subsides, relaxed away by Onpu's gentle
thrusts, Doremi whispers into the idol's ear, "Faster. Please do it
faster." Giving Doremi a smile, Onpu begins to pick up the pace. As Onpu
continues to slide the strap-on in and out of Doremi's slick passage,
she lays on top of the redhead in such a way that their nipples rub
against each other as the two engage in another kiss.
When the two girls come up for air, Onpu asks, "Are you ready for me to
kick it into high gear?" At Doremi's nod, the idol unwraps the redhead's
legs from around her waist, and holding them under the knee begins to
pound the other girl's pussy relentlessly. As she does so, Onpu does her
best to angle every thrust to hit Doremi's G-spot before bottoming out
against the redhead's cervix.
This treatment has Doremi moaning loudly and shouting things such as,
"YES! Pound my pussy!", "Fuck me harder, faster!", and "Make me cum!"
All of which only encourage the purple-haired girl to continue her
assault.
It isn't much longer before Doremi is screaming in orgasm, but instead
of seating the strap-on within the redhead's convulsing passage, Onpu
continues her powerful thrusts at the same blistering pace. This soon
triggers a second orgasm in the redhead and then a third, followed by
Doremi losing count as wave after wave of blindingly intense pleasure
washes over her.
When Doremi finally regains her senses, she finds Onpu lying on top of
her, a strap-on buried deep in her own passage, and temporary amnesia
regarding the last several minutes. When the idol flashes her a smile
and asks, "Did you enjoy that?" their recent activity comes flooding
back to the redhead's mind.
Exhausted from the fucking she just recieved, Doremi replies weakly, "It
was incredible."
After several minutes of resting in a mutual embrace, Onpu sits up, the
phallus sliding from Doremi's passage, and declares, "My turn to have my
cherry popped!" Before the tired redhead can formulate a response, Onpu
has unfastened the strap-on from her own crotch and started putting it
in place around Doremi's pelvis, readjusting the straps to fit the
redhead's slightly broader hips. Confident that the phallus is securely
in place on it's new master, Onpu asks, "So, how does Doremi-chan want
to go about popping my cherry?"
Instead of answering the question, Doremi asks, "Shouldn't we wash it
first?"
Onpu replies, "Why? It's only been in Doremi-chan's pussy. Would you
have a problem having something that went up my pussy going in yours?"
"I guess not." Is Doremi's somewhat embarrassed reply.
Smiling, Onpu asks again, "Now then, how does Doremi-chan want to pop my
cherry?"
Giving it a minute's thought, Doremi finally shifts position so she's
lying on her back with her knees together and elevated before saying, "I
want Onpu-chan to squat, using my thighs as a back rest, and slowly
lower herself onto the strap-on."
As the idol crawls back onto the bed and slowly stands, she replies, "I
like it." Coming to stand with a foot to either side of Doremi's torso,
Onpu commands, "Grab my ankles. I don't want my legs sliding out from
under me." Once Doremi has a firm grip on her Ankles, the idol says, "I
hope you enjoy the show." before placing her hands on her knees and
slowly lowering her self to the phallus, all of her talent as a
performer being channeled into the erotic display.
As Onpu bends her knees to lower her pelvis, she also spreads her thighs
as far apart as she can, giving Doremi a good view of the idol's
girlhood as it approaches the strap-on. Once she's squatting mere
centimeters above the phallus, Onpu starts leaning backwards until her
butt and lower back are resting against Doremi's thighs. The idol uses
the thumb and middle finger of one hand to spread her labia, her index
finger rubbing her clitty, to expose her dripping wet core to Doremi's
gaze. The purple-haired girl then uses her other hand to line-up the
fake penis with her opening, the tip sliding inside her.
As the phallus comes to rest against her hymen, Onpu holds still and
says, "It's pressing against my cherry. One good thrust is all it would
take to pop it." Onpu is a bit disappointed that Doremi seems too
mesmerized to take the bait, thinking to herself, 'I was hoping she'd
grab my hips and force me down.' but presses on regardless.
Little-by-little, Onpu allows more of her wait to bear down on the
phallus poking at her cherry, her smile turning to a grimace as her
barrier starts to stretch pass the point of comfort. After what seems
like an eternity for the purple-haired girl, the pressure becomes too
great and her hymen gives way. The sudden lack of resistence causes her
to fall, her clit slamming into Doremi's pubic bone as the idol's
passage is filled completely.
The mixture of pain and pleasure rips a scream from Onpu's throat and
breaks the trance the idol's display had placed on the redhead. Sitting
up and crossing her legs beneath the idol's rear, Doremi gathers Onpu
into a hug and asks, "Are you okay, Onpu-chan?"
Eyes glistening with unshed tears, Onpu replies, "I'm fine." Wrapping
her arms around Doremi's neck and her legs around the redhead's waist,
the idol whispers in her loveer's ear, "I want it hard and fast."
Grabbing Onpu's butt, Doremi begins raising and lowering the
purple-haired girl on the strap-on, the idol moaning loudly with each
downward thrust. After a while, Doremi lays back down, freeing her legs
to help her thrust her hips against the idol's slippery core. As the
idol's moans grow louder, Onpu buries her face against Doremi's neck,
latching onto and sucking at the same spot from earlier.
Enjoying the suckling against her neck and having a perfect view of the
creamy white skin of Onpu's neck, Doremi likewise latches onto her
lover's neck and begins sucking.
After several minutes, Doremi's thrusts bring Onpu to orgasm, the idol's
passage convulsing around the artificial phallus. Instead of letting out
a scream of pleasure as her body is rocked by a climax far greater than
any she had while masturbating to fantasies of the redhead, Onpu bites
down on Doremi's neck, drawing a small amount of blood in the process.
Doremi winces at the pain, unintentionally sinking her own teeth into
Onpu's flesh.
When the idol stops trembling in orgasm, both girls pull away from the
other's neck, instinctually licking away the small amount of blood from
where they had pierced each other's skin.
In unison, the two girls apologize, "Sorry for biting you."
After a brief silence, Onpu adds, "I'm the one that should apologize
since I bit first."
Doremi replies, "It's fine. Besides, that's no excuse for me to bite back."
Smiling, Onpu puts a more positive spin on the bites, "If nothing else,
I guess these love bites can serve as evidence that we've marked each
other as ours."
As Onpu dismounts and unstraps the toy from Doremi's crotch, the redhead
replies, "I guess you're right."
Noticing a small amount of blood trickling from Doremi's girlhood and
checking her own crotch to find evidence of the same, Onpu adds,
"Besides, that wasn't the only blood we drew from the other tonight."
Onpu wipes down the strap-on with some disinfecting wipes from a
canister atop her dresser before returning it to its hiding spot.
Turning back around, she reaches out for Doremi's hand and helps the
redhead to her feet, saying, "What do you say we get cleaned up before
going to bed?"
The two gather up their strewn clothing and drop them in Onpu's hamper
before heading to the bathroom, both of them still naked since neither
of Onpu's parents will be home for hours to come. Although they shower
together, each girl washing her lover's body, exhaustion from their
activities keep their shower from getting steamy in the less literal
meaning of the word, though they spend more time than is strickly
necessary washing each other's nipples, pussies, and rearends.
Once clean and dry, and Doremi has made an impressive display of
restoring her signature odango,the two return to Onpu's bedroom where
the idol has one last surprise for the redhead.
Onpu pulls two hangers out of her closet, matching nighties hanging from
them, both still having the tags attached. Handing a pink nightie to
Doremi, Onpu proceeds to put on it's lavendar-colored twin. The garments
are made of top quality silk and have an elegant style that looks sexy on
the two preteens without looking slutty and are just long enough to
protect the wearer's modesty provided they don't bend over.
As Doremi bends over to retrieve a pair of panties from her overnight
bag, giving the idol a good view of the redhead's ass, Onpu grabs
Doremi's wrist, declaring, "NO! If I wanted you wearing panties with
your gift, I would have bought us matching pairs to go with our
matching nighties."
Understanding Onpu's meaning, Doremi wraps the idol in a hug and says
seductively, "I didn't know Onpu-chan was such a naughty girl, wanting
to sleep pantyless with her new girlfriend." With that, Doremi delivers
a playful smack to Onpu's butt before capturing the purple-haired girl's
lips in another kiss.
When they come up for air, Onpu replies, "Yes, Doremi-chan. I'm a very
naughty girl. You should probably give me a proper spanking."
Squeezing Onpu's butt through the fabric of the idol's nightie, Doremi
replies, "Maybe after a good night's sleep. I'm much too tired right now
to give my naughty girl of a lover the punishment she desires at the
moment."
Onpu whispers seductively into Doremi's ear, "I look forward to
recieving my lover's punishment."
Instead of rolling out the sleeping bag she brought with her, Doremi
crawls into Onpu's bed with the idol, the young lovers lying in a mutual
embrace, one arm around the other's neck, the other hand resting on the
other's butt, their nighties the only thing separating their budding
breasts and trim tummies. With their nighties bunched up around their
waists, they position their legs so that their naked pussies are
pressed firmly against the other's thigh.
As the two lay there in such an intimate position, they drift off to
sleep, their dreams filled with fantasies of the pleasures they will
share together.